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014: [visual] picking fights with vampires again, Dean?
The tablet clicks on as it hits the couch in Bobby's house rather violently. The way it landed, on it's side, lets the viewer have a clear visual of Dean throwing himself into the chair opposite the couch, nursing a bloody nose, several nasty looking bruises and a wounded ego. He's irritated because of the fight he'd gotten into with Cian, and he's still not willing to think that there are actually good vampires, so he's ignoring the fact that Cian didn't kill him and drink his blood, preferring to sulk over his injuries.
When he finally looks up from rubbing tenderly at his head and sees the tablet recording, he jumps up and rushes to grab it. Those same viewers can probably hear Dean cussing under his breath as he turns the visual function off.
When he finally looks up from rubbing tenderly at his head and sees the tablet recording, he jumps up and rushes to grab it. Those same viewers can probably hear Dean cussing under his breath as he turns the visual function off.
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"An' this is gonna help ya out how?" she asks, the teeniest bit of amusement on her face because really. Usually people would want a pillow, a blanket, food, water, etc because they don't want to get up for things.
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"S'gonna warm me up. Or something." Dean grumbles, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against hers. "Just go with it."
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She can't help it. She giggles a bit before finally relaxing against him.
"Seems like I kinda don't got a choice now. 'm a bit stuck here." Okay Dean, you won. You and your strange logic that thinks using Kaylee for warmth instead of a blanket is a good - and non-negotiable - idea.
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"Good, 'cause I ain't arguing," Dean replies, and he sounds even further away. So sleepy.
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It's either that or stare at the bit of the room she can see in front of her for who knows how long. So she manages to get her arms very loosely around him so she won't squish one to death and be sore for days.
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